Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“That’s it,” he groans, clearly loving whatever it is I’m doing. Which isn’t much yet. “Just breathe. You can do it.”
I look up at him as he starts unbuttoning his shirt and feel my lust for him exploding like a rocket on its way to space. He pushes deeper, and I open wider, doing my best to loosen the muscles in my throat so I can accept more of his length. But right then, there’s a knock on the door.
Instantly, I’m on my feet, reaching for my phone.
Brent does an Olympic-quality spin maneuver over the desk and plants himself in his chair just as Claire comes barging in like she owns the place and this is her office or something.
Jesus Christ, I’m going to have a heart attack.
“Claire, what have I told you about knocking?” Brent grumbles. “What if I was sleeping in here?”
“I’m sorry, Brent, but I just had to remind you that the health and safety inspectors are going to be here soon,” she says, setting down some documents in front of him, along with a tablet.
Brent looks up from some things in front of him, doing a great job of acting as though he was just right in the middle of something. I continue to pretend like I’m in the middle of reading a very important business e-mail on my phone. In reality, I’m just trying not to have a panic attack.
“Thanks for reminding me, Claire. Tell them I’ll be with them in twenty minutes max. Ms. Fairley and I are just working out a few things with her purchase orders.”
“I’ll let them know.” Claire smiles. I feel like I catch her giving me a glance on her way out the door, but that may just be my paranoia from nearly being caught with her boss’s dick in my mouth.
“Sheesh!” I sigh loudly once I hear the outside door close. “That was close.”
“No matter how many times I tell her to knock, that girl will never learn.” Brent shakes his head. He stands, and I’m shocked to see his arousal hasn’t gone down even the slightest. He really is all man.
I swell with pride, knowing that I’m the one responsible for that. I’m the object of his lust. I can’t deny my head is spinning as he comes around the desk to me.
“Do you…need to go?” I ask hesitantly. “I don’t want to interrupt your schedule.”
“No,” he responds immediately. “They’ll wait for me. We were in the middle of something, weren’t we?”
I feel the edges of my mouth twist up into a smile as he forces me back down onto my knees before him. Everything society has taught me is telling me not to let him just treat me like an object like this, but every womanly instinct inside of me is fangirling and screaming, “More, more, more!” as I open my mouth as wide as I can.
Again I take him into my mouth, and again I feel as though taking all of him is an impossible task. But again he reassures me and tells me to breathe as he guides me firmly but gently with his rugged, callused hands.
I can feel every vein in his rock-hard cock as it moves back and forth across my tongue. A deep growl moves up from his core and slips out from his lips. There’s a fluttering tickle between my thighs. I’m overloading with desire for this man, despite a singular thought in the back of my mind telling me what I’m doing is wrong.
But there’s no more time to think. Brent growls and reaches down, cupping my breast with his hand as his manhood swells like it’s about to burst.
“Time for my special cream, Luna,” he says, his voice a lust-filled whisper that dances through my ears like a breeze out of heaven. “Are you ready?”
I can’t speak with my mouth and throat full, so I communicate with a blink up at him that causes a gorgeous smile to cross his handsome face. “Atta girl.”
His fingers tighten in my hair, and he throws his head back as a jet of warm, hot, sweet and salty cream sprays into my mouth, coating my cheeks and tongue. The tickle between my thighs ignites into a scream of desire as I swallow again and again as he continues to spray a warm coating of liquid as though it will never end.
Finally, it slows, and Brent relaxes. I swallow the last of it, and he pulls his cock from my lips and slumps back on his desk, panting heavily as though he’s just finished running a race.
“Not much experience, you say?”
I wipe a drop of his special cream from my lips and swallow. It really is delicious. “What, do you think I’m lying?”
“I sure do.” He smiles.
“I’m not. I swear!” I protest. “I’ve never even…gone all the way.”